If you look at the musclecar era’s offerings relative to full-size cars, you can find that most of them offered up a little something that provided full-size space with the temperament of their more wild intermediate siblings. Chevrolet got the Baldwin-Motion Street Racer Special Biscayne and several Impala SS models. Ford’s LTD could come walking with a surprisingly handsome body and big-block power for 1970. Plymouth’s Fury GT gave the name teeth, and if you found one of the hen’s teeth rare 440-6 cars, you held onto it for dear life if you were smart. Even AMC gave the Ambassador SST some bite, just to make sure that the Rebel/Matador didn’t get all of the credit.
Then there is Chrysler, who seemed to all but ignore the supercar craze going on. Oh, make no mistake, the power was there. Even in a yacht like the New Yorker, a big-block Mopar will make one hell of a statement. But the rest of the program didn’t seem to work as well. Chryslers were respectable cars, not showboats for horsepower geeks. Why get worked up over a big sled? Well, the 19-foot-long Three Hundred was a handsome coupe, even if you could land a bush plane on the hood, and under the hood was the “TNT” 440…great name. But how do you properly doll up a big Chrysler without turning it into a clown car? You call in a specialist…here, that would be the legendary Hurst. The build was simple: Take the two-door Three Hundred, paint it Spinnaker White, and fill the gut with the tan interior from the Imperial line. Ship the car to Hurst’s shop in Pennsylvania. There, the hood skin will be replaced, a trunk with a spoiler that ran end-to-end on the car, add Satin Tan stripes that matched the interior, and call it done. 375 horsepower, 480 ft/lbs of torque, and a 15.9 second quarter-mile, respectable for a two-ton Chrysler.
Why this particular car got fitted with a vinyl top at the dealership is beyond understanding, but you are still looking at a real-deal 300H, complete with the stripes and that ultra-cool full-width grille with the hideaway headlights. You aren’t looking at a street stomper. You’re looking at a highway god…power, comfort, luxury and presence.